Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

This middle-aged man has the appearance of being in his fifties. Of course, it is unknown how old he is now. For an ancestor in the Golden Core stage, one cannot tell his specific age by looking at his appearance. This big man was wearing a set of fiery red robes. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was very burly. He had a full beard and looked unkempt.

As soon as the big man finished speaking, in the direction opposite him, an old man in his sixties or seventies smiled and said:

"Haha, I mean, Fellow Daoist Shi, we can't see the situation in the secret realm. Who knows how many disciples will survive, but judging from the past openings of the secret realm, less than 50% of them will survive."

As he spoke, the old man was very well-dressed. He was dressed in rich brocade clothes, and his white hair was neatly tied up. Not a single hair had fallen out. It was obvious at a glance that this old man also paid great attention to his appearance.

At this time, another old man smiled and said: "What Taoist Fellow Ouyang said is true, I think so too, but I don't know what the rewards will be for the disciples who can come back alive."

This old man was wearing a turquoise gown. He looked about sixty years old and had a reddish complexion. There was a cauldron of alchemy furnace printed on the chest of the clothes. He must be the ancestor of the golden elixir from Yaowang Valley.

Opposite the old man from Yaowanggu, sat a woman in her forties. Although she looked like she was in her forties, judging from her appearance, she was charming and charming. The beautiful young woman with jade bones and icy skin slowly turned her head and looked at the old man Ouyang in the distance. She lightly opened her red lips and smiled:

"Giggle... Fellow Taoist Ouyang, it is said that a red-haired zombie came to your Ouyang home two years ago. I also heard that you had a fight with the red-haired zombie and was seriously injured. I wonder if Fellow Taoist Ouyang is now How's the injury?"

When the old man Ouyang heard the young woman's words, his face instantly turned ugly, and he snorted coldly and said:

"Hmph... You don't need to worry about my injury, Shang Guan Xi, what? Don't you, Shang Guan Xi, still want to have a fight with me?"

"Giggle... Fellow Taoist Ouyang was joking. I just want to care about fellow Taoist, but I have no other intentions."

The beautiful young woman giggled and said! However, in her eyes, there was a cold light flashing through her eyes, and she could see that these two great families of cultivating immortals seemed to have some grudge. They could sit together and chat in peace at this time, but it was just that they were at odds with each other.

The old man Ouyang snorted coldly, turned his head and ignored the young woman.

There is a young man on the left side of the old man Ouyang. This man looks like he is in his twenties. I don’t know if he has practiced some secret beauty skills. This young man has a fair face and is wearing a black tights. The face is very evil, with slender eyes, blood-red pupils, and slightly thin lips. He turned his head, looked at the burly man of the Weapon Refining Sect and said:

"Hey, what are you worried about, fellow Daoist Shi? Are you afraid that your weapon refining sect disciples will suffer heavy casualties?"

When the middle-aged man named Shi heard this, he snorted with an ugly expression:

"Hmph, what's wrong with worrying about your disciples? I'm not like you, a monk from the Demon Sect, who has lost his true nature while practicing magic!"

The young man was not angry after hearing this and continued to laugh:

"Fellow Daoist Shi is wrong. We can cultivate to the golden elixir stage, but who of us didn't climb up on mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Don't you still see clearly? During the journey of cultivation, only by giving up all love and thoughts and wholeheartedly pursuing the Tao can we It will go further. In my opinion, what does the life and death of others have to do with me? If anyone dares to block my way, even if it is my own son, I will kill him with one sword. The same is true, I don’t care whether they live or die, I only care about how many treasures of heaven and earth they can bring back.”

The man named Shi from the Artifact Refining Sect was about to speak, but was interrupted by a man in his fifties. This man had an ordinary face and was wearing a moon-white robe. He was Yun Fuzi from the Qingfeng Sect. He looked at Shi The big man surnamed smiled:

"Brother Shi, there is no need for you two to argue. In my opinion, cultivation is based on one's own heart, and each has its own way of cultivation..."

Before Yun Fuzi could finish speaking, an old Taoist priest next to him laughed. This old Taoist priest had a kind-hearted look and was in his eighties. He was wearing a Taoist robe, with a ruddy complexion and white hair tied up high. , his eyebrows dropped to his mouth, holding a whisk in his hand, he heard the old Taoist priest say:

"Let me put it this way, cultivators must have kind thoughts. Only the righteous path will be loved by the world, while evil spirits and heretics will only be tolerated by heaven and earth. I, Lingxiao Guan, have taught me to do the right thing for heaven. The purpose of this view is to eliminate demons and defend the Tao to benefit all people in the world."

When the old Taoist priest finished speaking, the face of the young man from the Demon Sect suddenly changed, and an evil red light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Not far from the young man in the Demon Sect, there was a man wearing a gray loose cloak. The cloak covered the man's whole body tightly, including his face. When the man heard After the old Taoist priest spoke, he suddenly straightened up, raised his head and looked forward, staring at the old Taoist priest without blinking. The moment he raised his head, he could clearly see his face, which was as pale as paper. , purple-black lips, appearance in his thirties, eyes narrowed to a slit, with a cold light at this time.

The old Taoist priest also saw the reactions of these two people, but he smiled nonchalantly and stopped looking at them.

The two men looked at the old Taoist priest for a long time, and finally lowered their heads without saying anything. I don't know if they were afraid of the old Taoist priest, or if they had some considerations.

When others saw this, they were speechless.

At this moment, five or six figures suddenly rushed out of the passage in the sky. After they rushed out of the passage, they flew straight into the valley. The direction they were flying to was the location of Yaowang Valley.

After seeing a few people, the Golden Pill Ancestor from Yaowang Valley smiled and nodded.

As those disciples walked out of the secret realm, people rushed out of the passage in the sky one after another. As time passed, more and more disciples walked out, but not a single Qingfeng Sect disciple came out.

At this time, Yun Fuzi's face showed an anxious look. He looked at the disciples from other sects who had returned. There were twenty or thirty people back, and a dozen or so people. He was a little worried, afraid that his own disciples would show up. What an accident.

After waiting for another stick of incense, at this moment, more than sixty people rushed out of the passage. All of these people were wearing moon-white robes. They were all Qingfeng Sect disciples. When these disciples appeared, They all flew towards the Qingfengmen station.

When Yun Fuzi saw these sixty people, a smile instantly appeared on his face. He did not expect that so many disciples of our sect would come back alive. This was more than the number of disciples who came back from previous trips to the secret realm. He thought that this time The harvest will definitely not be bad.

As time passed, two hours later, no one walked out of the passage, but everyone was still waiting until half a day later. The dozen or so golden elixir stage monks stood up one after another, made a gesture with their hands and pointed to the sky. The light pillars reappeared instantly. The passage in the sky suddenly shook, and the space became distorted. Time passed very quickly. Before it was time to drink tea, the sky returned to its original state, and the passage more than ten feet long disappeared.

Among the disciples who came back from the secret realm this time, the Qingfeng Sect has the largest number of disciples, reaching more than 60 people, while the disciples of other sects only have more than 40 people at most, and only more than 30 people as few as those from the Immortal Cultivation Family. Disciple, those who come back alive are even more pitiful.

Except for Yun Fuzi, the dozen or so Golden Core monks all looked unhappy. When they asked about the situation, they learned that it was caused by the riot of monsters in the secret realm.

At this time, Yun Fuzi was in a good mood. He looked at the crowd and said:

"Fellow Taoists, since the secret realm has ended, I will take my disciples back to the sect."

"Okay, I'm going back too. Brother Yunfu, if you have time in the future, you can come to our Weapon Refining Sect and sit down. Then we can have a drink and have a good chat!" The man surnamed Shi from the Weapon Refining Sect said with a smile.

"Okay, definitely!" Yun Fuzi smiled and nodded.

"Haha, Brother Yun, Brother Shi, we have to move around a lot in the future." The man named Gu Lin, the Medicine King, said with a smile.

"Haha, of course, we have been friends for hundreds of years." The man named Shi also laughed.

While the three of them were talking, the ancestors of other sects in the Golden Core stage had already left with their disciples with ugly expressions.

After chatting for a while, the three of them returned to their sect's headquarters.

At this time, Wu Fan and more than 60 people, as well as Rui Yuan and other five elders, were all waiting for Yun Fuzi. When they saw Yun Fuzi flying over, they all stepped forward to greet him, clasped their fists and bowed:

"See the Supreme Elder!"

Yun Fuzi glanced at everyone with a smile, and then said: "Well, everyone, get up, let's return to the sect immediately!"

"Yes" everyone said in unison.

Yun Fuzi waved his arm, and a ray of light golden light flew out, and then turned into a huge sailing ship of a hundred feet. Yun Fuzi looked at the crowd and said:

"Come up, everyone!"

As soon as Yun Fuzi finished speaking, he was the first to fly towards the huge sailboat, and the others followed closely. When everyone stood still, the huge sailboat flew away from the sky.

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Eight days later, Qingfengmen, Tianji Peak...

I saw dozens of foundation-building monks standing on the square at this time, and the person standing at the front was Yu Linzi, the head of the Qingfeng Sect. I saw all these people looking up to the sky, as if they were waiting. What are you wearing?

Two hours later…

At this moment, a huge sailboat suddenly flew over from the horizon. The sailboat flew extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it flew to the square. When the sailboat stopped behind it, more than 60 people jumped out of the boat. , it was Wu Fan and others.

The leader, Yu Linzi, led all the foundation-building monks, walked forward quickly, bowed to Yun Fuzi, clasped his fists and said:

"Meet Uncle Master!"

Yun Fuzi nodded, looked at Yu Linzi and said: "Everyone, get up. My mission has been completed. Now I'm ready to go back to the cave. The disciples performed very well this time, but there are two disciples who deserve more praise. , one is named Lin Junnan, and the other is Qin Ya, you must reward these two disciples well!"

Yu Linzi hurriedly bent down and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I will reward them."

Yun Fuzi smiled and nodded. With a wave of his sleeves, the huge sailboat was put away, and then he himself disappeared on the spot! !